For the past seven years I've been caring for my parents almost 24/7 (with taking little breaks to go to school part time). My mother passed in 2016 and my father passed just a few weeks ago. I thought my father's passing might be easier as I was closer to my mother (although I was close to my father,too,at least in the past few years) but, in fact, it's been harder. There just seems to be a vast emptiness in me now that both my parents are gone. At first there was a certain sense of relief and freedom, but then I started asking myself, what am I now? What am I here for? I've self identified as a caregiver so much for so long that I started wondering if the world even needs me now. I am doing well in school, and I contributed chapters to a recently published academic book, but I still can't figure out what the next part of life is going to be. On top of it, I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) and clinical depression, so that hasn't helped. And I'm being more social and planning to join a bereavement group. But I still feel lost.
He passed at home like my mom. I enrolled him in home hospice just a few weeks before he passed. The day he passed I just had a feeling that this was it, so I sat beside him all day holding his hand, stroking his head, and playing music that I knew he loved. It was a Saturday and he passed early Sunday morning. I'm so glad I was there with him at the end.
Now for me, when I was digging through a ton of old files that my folks had, I came across what looked like a start of a family tree that my Dad had been working on years ago. Then I had a light bulb moment, I was going to try to continue on with that family tree. I signed up for Ancestry. Well, this little family tree grew into a redwood.
Doing the tree honestly made me feel so much closer to those long ago relatives that I never met. Happiness was finding a photo to see if that person resembled the rest of the family. And it was interesting seeing the medical family tree, see how one generation would pass on certain health traits to the next generation. Example, when I was much younger I had a lazy eye, never thought much about it then recently I wondered who did I inherit that from... well, found a photo of my great-great grandfather as a teen, sure enough there it was !!
My wife is now in a home after my being her part time for a while, then 24/7 sole caregiver for 20 years with an occasional respit. I too thought, life will open up for me and I can relax now. But I find that the long term caregiving and accompanying isolation changed me. I placed my old self somewhere else in my mind and now don’t really know how to acclimate. It’s like wearing cement shoes metaphorically. I wish I had an answer for you. Then I’d take my own advice.
I feel like we all entered a maze. Some find the way out quickly while others remain lost even though there’s a way out. My wife’s been out of the house going on 4 years. No doubt that I am now the problem.
One way way or the other, it’s on me to find the way out.
Good luck to you brother.